Chapter 437: The Eye-Opening Rock Wall

On the banks of the Black River, there was a simple-minded Martial Artist staring blankly at the white figure above the Black River and said, "Didn't that young man in white just say that he specializes in killing wrongdoers? But why didn't he stop that other young man who was recklessly killing the innocent just now?"

When the Martial Artist spoke, he was immediately met with looks as if he were an idiot from those around him. People just said things for the sake of speaking—did he believe everything he heard? Besides, even if he claimed to eliminate evil and punish the wicked, it would be those he didn't know; if they were part of the same group and had crossed the river together, would he really take action against one of his own?